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Chapter 237 Check the score

For the next few days, Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing spent almost all their time in Xiaoyunduo e-sports.

Song Huan was playing Counter-Strike on his computer, and Xiao Yunqing was sitting next to him, also playing Counter-Strike.

The two sat side by side, headphones on their heads, the light from the screen reflecting on their faces, sometimes bright, sometimes dim.

The employees peeked out from their workstations, watching their boss furiously typing away on the keyboard, and couldn't help but twitch their lips.

It turns out the boss was also a teenager addicted to the internet.

Then look at the girl next to me, she's getting headshots with every shot, her movements are fluid and smooth, her hand speed is so fast it's hard to see, and my eyes are wide open.

Wow, that's amazing.

Someone whispered to their colleague, "Who is that woman?"

The colleague lowered his voice, "Boss lady!"

The man glanced at the screen again; there was a triple kill on it, and his mouth was agape.

"This technology is better than any of ours."

Chen Fei came down from the second floor with a folder in his hand. He frowned when he saw the employees peeking around, walked over, and knocked on the table.

"What are you looking at? Don't you have any work to do?"

The employees retreated, and the keyboards started clattering again.

Chen Fei walked behind Song Huan and glanced at the screen.

Song Huan was being shot dead by the enemy sniper and sighed.

Chen Fei thought to himself, what do those people know?

What does it mean if a boss is a "net addict"? It means the boss personally goes to the front lines!

Xiao Yunqing's gaming talent is indeed remarkable.

Under Xiao Yunqing's guidance, Song Huan and Zhao Qihang climbed the ranks with ease, achieving a winning streak.

In the voice message, Zhao Qihang called her "Sister Xiao" repeatedly, as if she were his own sister.

"Sister Xiao, the enemy sniper is at A main, be careful..."

"Bang!" Headshot.

Zhao Qihang's voice rose another eight octaves.

"Awesome!"

Xiao Yunqing didn't say anything, switched the gun, moved to a different position, and set it up again.

Song Huan watched her screen from the side. Her operation was very clean, without any unnecessary movements. Wherever the mouse was flicked, the crosshair followed, as if it were an extension of her hand.

……

But Xiao Yunqing's condition is not quite right today.

After the game ended, Song Huan took off her headphones and turned to look at her.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yunqing didn't speak, staring at the screen with her fingers still on the keyboard.

My thoughts drifted over from her, softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

[Check your scores today.]

What if I don't do well on the exam...?

Song Huan opened her mouth, about to say something.

His phone vibrated in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was Zhang Xuejuan calling. He answered it.

"Where the hell have you been? Come back right now and check your scores! Both families are waiting for you!"

Zhang Xuejuan's voice burst out from the microphone, sharp and bright.

Song Huan was taken aback. "Uncle Xiao and Aunt Xu are here too?"

"You're here! We've been waiting for you two at home! Hurry up!"

The phone hangs up.

Song Huan stared at her phone screen for a few seconds. Then she turned to look at Xiao Yunqing.

"Let's go home and check our scores."

Xiao Yunqing nodded, took off her headphones, and placed them on the table.

My hands were shaking when I stood up.

The two walked out of Xiaoyunduo Esports. The sunlight shone down from above, bright and dazzling.

Xiao Yunqing narrowed her eyes and shrank her neck.

Song Huan walked in front, and Xiao Yunqing followed behind.

The two shadows trailed on the ground, leaning together.

Xiao Yunqing walked for a while and then spoke.

Are you nervous?

Song Huan glanced at her.

Her face was a little pale, and her lips were almost bloodless.

"I'm not nervous," he said.

Xiao Yunqing nodded, then lowered her head again.

When they arrived at their doorstep, Song Huan took out her key, inserted it into the lock, and turned it; the door opened.

Four people were sitting in the living room.

Zhang Xuejuan and Xu Wan were sitting on the sofa, with a fruit plate and teacups in front of them, chatting.

Song Wentao sat on the single sofa next to him, holding a teacup in his hand, but did not drink it.

Xiao Haifeng sat on the other side, legs crossed, holding his phone, glancing at it before putting it down.

Everyone felt a sense of tension.

Hearing the door open, all four people turned around at the same time.

"They're back, they're back."

Zhang Xuejuan stood up and waved to Song Huan.

"Quick, quick, check the scores!"

Song Wentao put down his teacup. "What's the rush? Let the child have some water first."

He said he wasn't in a hurry, but he rubbed his hands on his knees a couple of times.

Xiao Haifeng put his phone in his pocket and sat up straight.

Xu Wan walked over, took Xiao Yunqing's hand, and patted the back of her hand with her fingers. "Don't be nervous."

Xiao Yunqing nodded, her lips pursed.

Song Huan walked to the computer, sat down, and turned it on.

When the screen lit up, the living room fell silent.

No one spoke, no one moved.

Zhang Xuejuan stood behind him, her hand resting on the back of the chair.

Song Wentao also stood up and walked to the side.

Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan also came over, and the four of them surrounded the computer, like four walls.

Xiao Yunqing stood next to Song Huan, nervously staring at the screen.

Song Huan opened her browser and clicked on the score-checking website in her bookmarks.

The page popped up; it had a white background and blue text—very plain.

He typed in his student ID number, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, one tap at a time.

The input is finished, and the input is paused on the Enter key.

It felt like the air in the living room had been sucked out.

Song Huan pressed Enter.

The page has been refreshed.

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen when a line of text popped up.

Name: Song Huan.

Total score: 675.

The living room was silent for a second.

Then Zhang Xuejuan's voice exploded.

"Six hundred and seventy! Six hundred and seventy!"

She covered her mouth, her eyes reddening.

Song Wentao stood to the side without saying a word, but his shoulders relaxed slightly, and he let out a long breath.

Xiao Haifeng nodded. "This kid is impressive."

Xu Wan laughed and clapped her hands, "670, a top university is secured."

Xiao Yunqing stood to the side. When she saw the score, she was initially delighted, but then her smile faded and her heart sank.

[He is 670.]

[And me?]

What if I do poorly on the test?

[What if the difference is too large?]

[Is it possible for us to go to the same university?]

Her face turned pale again.

Song Huan stood up from her chair, looked at her, and said, "It's your turn."

Xiao Yunqing nodded and sat down.

His hands were resting on the keyboard, but he didn't move.

Xiao Haifeng put his hand on her shoulder, "It's okay, whatever score you get is fine."

Xu Wan also came over and stood next to her, saying, "You usually do well in mock exams, so you won't do badly this time either."

Zhang Xuejuan also came over, "Yes, don't be nervous."

Xiao Yunqing took a deep breath and entered her student ID number.

My fingers typed on the keyboard much slower than usual.

Those hands, which were once so adept at playing Counter-Strike, were now as stiff as two pieces of wood.

After typing, my hand remained on the Enter key, but I didn't press it.

Song Huan stood beside her, looking at her.

She lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling.

He reached out, placed his hand on her shoulder, and gently pressed it.

Xiao Yunqing pressed Enter.

The page has been refreshed.

All eyes were glued to the screen again.

Name: Xiao Yunqing.

Total score: 660.

Xiao Yunqing was stunned.

She stared at those three numbers for several seconds.

Then he suddenly jumped up from the chair, turned around, and hugged Song Huan tightly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, hung on him, and buried her face in his shoulder.

"Six hundred and sixty! I'm six hundred and sixty!"

Her voice was muffled and trembling as it came from behind his shoulder.

Song Huan was choked so tightly she could hardly breathe, so she patted her back.

"I saw it, I saw it."

The living room exploded.

Zhang Xuejuan held Xu Wan's hand, and the two of them couldn't stop smiling.

Song Wentao sat back on the sofa, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

Xiao Haifeng stood to the side, his hands behind his back, looked at the two people hugging, smiled, and then immediately realized what was happening.

wrong!

Song Huan was being held by Xiao Yunqing, her hands dangling in mid-air, unsure of where to put them.

He glanced at Zhang Xuejuan, who was looking at them, her eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

He glanced at Song Wentao again, but Song Wentao was drinking tea and didn't look at him.

He glanced at Xiao Haifeng and Xu Wan, both of whom were smiling mysteriously as they looked at them.

He sighed, placed his hand on Xiao Yunqing's back, and patted it gently twice.

"Alright, alright, there are so many people watching."

Xiao Yunqing lifted her head from his shoulder, her face flushed and her eyes bright.

She released her grip, took a step back, and tidied her hair.

Then she glared at him and said, "What are you looking at? Can't I be happy?"

Song Huan smiled and said, "Okay, whatever makes you happy."